i'm feeling rough, i'm feeling raw. . .

. . .in the prime of my life.

so - i am feeling surprisingly sentimental about the new year.

everyone is confused.

i have never cared about new years eve before. i suppose i should clarify. i clearly don't care in the way i should, as it's 11.19 and i just finished watching harry potter, drinking wine, and sitting by the fireplace - alone. i am currently laying in bed.

i care conceptually about this year.

i feel like i'm ready. to do well. to do life well.

this will probably come as a shock to those in boston who watched me endure the last month, but: i feel like i'm in the best place i've ever been.

last year's nye was somewhat disastrous and most certainly debaucherous. my life this past year has been a lot of the debauchery and a lot of disastrous decisions. this year's celebration has been calm, peaceful, sober, and good. i am hoping this year will reflect that.

and what better way to end oh-nine and begin ten (seriously, how are we going to refer to this year?) than with harry potter, and more importantly hermione granger/emma watson. my love for her is certainly idolatrous.

i aspire to be her. no. seriously. i do.

so i don't normally do new years resolutions, but i have thought of one that is extremely practical and even feasible. i would like to start using a calendar. i have never used one, but i think it will help organize my life. i think. people claim as much.

well. here's to a great year of learning - lots of learning. and to a new year, of feasting, fasting, and fellowship!